Poem: The Boss of Me


Complaints of my life
Were a dime a dozen
My job and my family
The prices and the economy
Always got the best of me
Someone was ruining my life
Running my life
And it wasn’t me

Until one day
I fired me
Then I hired me
And finally
I became
The boss of me

One thought on “Poem: The Boss of Me

  1. Your poem is great!

    If I think like this I am really really happy…
    but now I am not the boss of me…

    I usually complain about my job, my situation…

    I will remind this poem when I face my problem…

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